Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.